Normally I wouldn’t do an entire post about one specific store, but Sastre Burgos was way too much fun to gloss over. The Sastre Burgos vineyard was founded decades ago by some dude’s great grandfather. It was passed down from generation to generation, and the guy that runs it now (Ignacio? Javier? Leonardo? Donatello? I don’t remember his name now) runs a great little tour of his shop in downtown Mendoza.
Category: Argentina
Wine in Mendoza
The morning was almost brisk enough for a jacket, but a long sleeve shirt over a t-shirt was my wardrobe of choice for the day. It was amazingly quiet, almost unnaturally so. But that’s the exact opposite of what it was; I’m so used to the background noise of my laptop humming, the air conditioner running, traffic on the streets outside, and the occasional Air Force fighters screaming overhead, that I’m not used to the sound of actual nature. In this case, there were no insects chirping, birds calling, wolves howling or anything. It was as quiet as a tomb. Actually, it was even more quiet than the Recoleta Cemetery that we had just visited, but we were telling jokes and laughing in the cemetery, so it’s not a fair comparison. It was so quiet that morning, it was almost unnerving. The stillness was broken only by the sound of me drinking a bubbly rose that was as crisp as the morning was.
The Argentinian Experience
What would you say to an evening of tasting local cocktails paired with tasty bite-sized snacks, followed by a class on how to make traditional empanadas, then a damn fine steak and some great wine, and then you wrap up the evening with a delicious dessert. How’s that sound?